Life + Moneyball + Comics = Chuckleheads, or Chuckle-heads

I don't want any comments about how I didn't blog last week.  I am still in it to win it, so keep your eyes peeled for these elusive weekly blogs. 

Austin and I tried for weeks to see Moneyball in theatres.  We both really like baseball and REALLY wanted to see it, but it just never happened.  So when it came out on DVD I bought it.  I put a bow on it and wrote "I love you" on the plastic with a sharpie and stuck it in the glovebox of Austin's car.  Did I want him to have it?  Yes.  Do I love him?  Yes.  But lets be honest.  I wanted to see it sooo badly that to justify purchasing it I turned it into a gift.  This is not a bad strategy in marriage, but limit it to maybe every six months,  The abuse of the "I love you gift" system is not appreciated.  I was so excited to watch it that while we were putting it in I was making some excited noises and clapping my hands (naturally). 
A:  "You're really excited about this.  You're probably more excited about this than you were for Captain America."
N:  "Yes I am!"
A:  "No you can't be!  You can't be more excited for Moneyball than Captain America, that makes no sense."
N:  "Well not to you sweetheart."
A:  "That's just silly."
Yes we loved the movie, but in the heirarchy of our house we own Moneyball, but we deeply admire and respect Captain America.  Guess which one we own on Blu-Ray?

Austin frequently brings home a new action figure or comic book to add to our extensive collection.  He and his dad are avid fans and we stand to inherit quite the treasure trove of Marvel merchandise.  Austin's siblings tease him over his love for these "toys", and sometimes I wonder how we will fit so many heroes in the house.  However, this week Austin was searching comic books on ebay, and he found the Amazing Spiderman #1 (so the first ever comic in the Spiderman series) going for $75,000.  Do we own that one?  No.  Do we own lots of others?  Yes.  You are welcome great great grandchildren, you are welcome.

As mellow as Austin is he once in a while comes up with epic nicknames for bad drivers, irresponsible teenagers or shoppers who don't return their shopping carts.  A recent favorite is Chucklehead(s).  I'm not sure how to spell this.  I kind of like the one word look, but the hyphenated version has a certain elegance about it as well.  Chuckle-head(s).  If it is going to be a plural stating of the adjective it is alwasy "a bunch of chuckleheads", not a flock or a herd, a bunch.  If it is singular than its usually a direct question, for example:  "Who is this chucklehead?"  Don't be fooled into thinking that being called a chuckle-head is a positive statement that may mean you are really funny or have a great laugh.  No, no, it simply means that Austin does not approve of your behavior and you have fallen from his good graces.  And even though no chucklehead has ever attempted it, he does like breads and comics, if trying to redeem chuckle-head-esque actions.